Damon led her deeper into the cave palace, turning into a narrower passage that branched off from the main halls.
The air grew cooler and damper here, the stone walls rougher, untouched by the finer carvings that decorated the Alpha’s personal chambers.
Finally, he pushed aside a heavy hide curtain and stepped into a small, carved-out chamber.
It was nothing special.
Just a hard, flat rock slab that served as a bed, covered with a single thin layer of dried grass and furs that looked worn from use.
In the centre of the room stood a large, smooth boulder…
waist-high, polished by years of handling, specially placed there for one purpose only.
A single glowing crystal embedded in the wall provided dim, reddish light.
No windows or luxury.
This was a slave room, plain and humiliating.
Elena’s heart pounded as she stepped inside.
The heavy curtain fell shut behind them with a dull thud, sealing them in.
“Hands on it,” Damon said, his voice low and commanding, pointing at the huge stone.
Elena stared at the boulder, then at him.
Her throat tightened.
“Hands on the stone?” she gritted her teeth, cheeks burning with a mix of anger and nerves.
‘ Damn this system!!’
For the sake of securing her second life and bringing his innocent cub into the world, she would obey.
She walked forward slowly, placed her trembling palms flat on the cool, smooth surface of the boulder, and bent slightly forward.
The position left her vulnerable, her back arched, her rear presented to him like an offering.
“Please…” she whispered, her voice shaky, “take it easy. It’s my first time.”
Damon ignored her and stepped close behind her, his tall, powerful frame towering over her smaller one.
His heat radiated against her back even before he touched her.
Without warning, he grabbed the hem of her dress and raised it roughly from behind, bunching the fabric up around her waist.
The cool cave air kissed her exposed skin.
Damon froze.
His sharp golden eyes widened, the first real crack in his cold composure tonight.
He had expected the usual… perhaps marks from previous encounters, or the worn look of a female who had been passed around.
But what he saw was nothing like that.
Her skin was smooth and flawless, like polished silk under the dim crystal light.
Her curves were soft and beautiful — full hips, a narrow waist, and long, elegant legs that trembled slightly under his gaze.
Her most private place was untouched, pink and delicate, glistening faintly with nervous anticipation.
It was a body that belonged to someone pure, not the scheming Cece he had known.
Unlike her face… which still carried that familiar, annoying expression.
A low, surprised growl rumbled deep in his chest.
“You’re… really untouched?” he muttered, almost to himself, because no bloody way this annoying demon would be this clean.
His large hand moved instinctively, fingers brushing lightly over the soft skin of her rear, as if confirming what his eyes were telling him.
Elena bit her lip hard, mortified and embarrassed.
She didn’t dare to answer him.
Her ears twitched on her head.
Damon’s breathing grew heavier.
Something primal stirred in him — the Alpha beast recognising a virgin mate.
His hands gripped her hips tighter, claws pricking just enough to hold her in place without breaking skin.
He didn’t want to wait any longer.
In one powerful thrust, he entered her from behind.
“Ahhh!!” Elena cried out sharply, her loud moan echoed in the stone walls.
Pain bloomed hot and sudden between her legs as he stretched her tight, untouched entrance in a single stroke.
Her body tensed, fingers scrubbed against the boulder for support.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.
It hurt!!!
He was too big, too thick, and he had taken her too roughly for her first time.
Damon paused, buried deep inside her.
A flicker of genuine surprise crossed his face again.
She really was a virgin.
The tight, fluttering heat gripping him was unmistakable.
But he didn’t pull out.
This was not about love or tenderness.
She was here to fulfil a fate, to give him cubs.
In his eyes, she was nothing more than a necessary vessel, his breeding slave for tonight.
After a few heavy breaths, he began to move.
Slowly at first, almost experimentally, he pulled back and pushed in again, giving her body time to adjust even as he kept his grip firm and possessive on her hips.
Elena’s loud moans turned breathier, mixing discomfort with something deeper, more instinctive.
Damon’s pace remained controlled but relentless.
He took her like a beast claiming what was his!!
His thrust was deep, which rocked her body against the stone.
Each movement was powerful, his muscular hips slapping against her soft rear with a rhythmic sound that filled the small cave.
Unlike humans, kissing or other romantic things isn’t their thing.
He used her since she was the one who offered herself, his hands slid up to squeeze her breasts through the bunched-up dress.
Elena didn’t like it, but was too weak to take his hands away.
Elena’s moans grew louder, but she quickly controlled herself, afraid others would hear her.
Her black fox tail, which had slipped out from under her dress, twitched and curled around his thigh without her realising it.
Her legs shook, knees threatening to buckle under the intensity.
Even Elena was surprised she had a tail!!
and it bothered her at that moment, because she was sure there was no tail or the fox ears when she checked herself in that mirror.
Damon leaned over her back, his hot breath fanning against her ear.
“Take it,” he growled.
voice rough with mounting pleasure.
“This is what you came for.”
He didn’t show her any mercy!
Even as her body began to welcome him, slick and eager despite the earlier pain, he kept the rhythm of a dominant Alpha, claiming, filling and breeding.
His thrusts grew faster and deeper, hitting a spot inside her that made her vision blur and her moans turn into broken cries.
Elena’s mind spun.
Pain had faded into an overwhelming sensation.
She felt every inch of him, every powerful stroke, the way his body dominated hers.
Her fingers dug into the stone as another loud moan tore from her throat.
This wasn’t romance or love she used to wish for.
But in this moment, in the dim slave room, with her body bent over the cold boulder and Alpha Damon taking her from behind as she belonged to him… something inside her awakened.
‘ I hate you, Damon…’
And Damon on the other hand, though he would never admit it, felt the strange pull of fate tightening around them as he spilt himself deep inside her with a guttural growl.
‘What’s with these feelings?’